Sharing the bounty.

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I’ve eaten apples.

I’ve baked with apples.

I’ve given apples to friends, to neighbors, to a pig, to workers and to strangers.

The deer have eaten apples. The raccoons have eaten apples. Even the fox have eaten apples.

And yet…

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We’re still loaded with fruit. There was only one thing left to do.

Gather up enough to fill the trunk of our car and take them to a wildlife rehabilitation shelter in the neighboring town.

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Oh. My. God.

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I fell in love a dozen times over.

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And my heart broke a dozen times as well.

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Abused animals. Sick animals. Animals that had been hit with a car on purpose.

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How can people be so cruel.

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If you’ve ever looked into a porcupine’s eyes and heard his little squee ( it sounds just like a baby)…. you know what I’m talking about.

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More marshmallow please.

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Seeing these little guys chow down on our apples?

Almost brought me to tears.

❤️

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29 thoughts on “Sharing the bounty.”

  1. When I lived in St. Stephen, New Brunswick, just across the border from Calais, one of the pasttimes of some certain people was to see how many porcupines they could rune over with their 4-wheelers, even if they had to leave the road to do it. The poor porcupines were looked at as a scourge like mice and rats. It made me sick, but no one cared what this prairie boy thought. Porcupines weren’t human, so they had to die!
    One winter I spent there, I think it was 2000-2001, there was an epidemic of family annihilations (at least that is what the RCMP called them). According to a guy in a hospital bed beside me, it was drug gangs who were using whole families to send a warning to those who could not afford to pay their debts. The drug people were not killing the people who owed them money, but they were wiping out the families of friends of theirs, families who were “not” drug users.
    In Canada we pronounce Calais the French way, Cal-A. Americans pronounced it differently, Cal-ous, or Callous. It seemed to me people on both sides of the borders were very callous. The only people whose lives mattered were themselves. Otherwise, living beings were worth less than a dime a dozen. I did not live there very long, needless to say.
    Keep loving the animals, Rg, you are real people. Can’t say as much for some of your “neighbours, ” though.

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    1. I in Mid Coast Maine. We consider ‘up north’ Maine an entirely different country. Different lifestyle, different politics, different values. Not to say we’re perfect… but the mindset up that way is a bit hard for me to take.

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  2. That was a very, loving and caring gesture River. Those apples will go to some animals who definitely need them. Your post made my cry, I can’t believe what people will do for fun, those are supreme assholes in my book, these defenseless animals are Gods creatures!

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  3. What a wonderful way to share your wealth of apples! 😍 Yes, there is a lot of cruelty in this world, but I still believe most people are like you and want to help and share, not kill and maim. Thank you for shoring up this belief for me, Rivergirl.

    Deb

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  4. Love this post.
    I bet you’re one of those drivers (like me) who, upon seeing a turtle trying to cross the road, stops the car, gets out, and carries the turtle safely across. I’ve been doing that since the day (long ago) I saw a car go out of its way to deliberately run over a turtle. Some people make me sick!

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    1. I asked about that. The sad part is, according to state law…. Any rabies vector animal, (raccoon, fox) can’t be adopted. The raccoon with the marshmallows? Has a spinal injury that makes her vulnerable to prey in the wild. They have just so long to rehabilitate her and if it’s not successful? They have to put her down.
      😰

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